Post by Keith Blackwood on Jul 15, 2012 9:59:02 GMT
Keith stared out at rainy London from the little phone box he had put himself in, he didn't know why he done that, come to London at all. It was rainy, cold, and wet. It was so different to Cardiff, the whole train ride had seem so miserable and gloomy, from Newport to Bristol, to Swindon to Slough. Well, being totally honest, train rides. Summer in London was barely any different from winter to Keith.
And then he spotted him. Brent bloody McKinney. What are the chances? Keith thought, slightly bewildered, slightly annoyed, slightly...pleased at seeing a familiar face in a sea of strangers.
Before he knew what he was doing Keith wrenched open the door of the phone box open and was running the rain shouting out one thing:
"McKinney!"
OOC: Hope this is okay Connie? I didn't really know how to do this haha.
And then he spotted him. Brent bloody McKinney. What are the chances? Keith thought, slightly bewildered, slightly annoyed, slightly...pleased at seeing a familiar face in a sea of strangers.
Before he knew what he was doing Keith wrenched open the door of the phone box open and was running the rain shouting out one thing:
"McKinney!"
OOC: Hope this is okay Connie? I didn't really know how to do this haha.
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